830 Ancient Deadly Disease (1/2)

As Zhang Zian walked, the cat carrier swung gently beside him. The rhythm spread through the straps and into his palms.

The Siamese cat seemed to be struggling, or seizing, or twitching. It was not lying still, anyway. Maybe it was already at the terminal stage of its rabies and had sunken into complete hysteria. It was highly aggressive.

In other words, it was no longer a pet cat, but a dying beast who recognized nobody. It bit and scratched every living creature that got close to it.

Fina followed them quickly, sniffing around the cat carrier.

Maybe it had felt that Fina was approaching, because the Siamese began to struggle even more violently inside the carrier.

”Don't get too close. This is a deadly, infectious disease. You may be infected by simply touching the saliva.” Zhang Zian switched the cat carrier to the other hand, separating the cat carrier and Fina with his own body.

”Don't treat me as a fool.” Fina pouted with contempt. ”Do you think I'm ignorant?”

”Oh? You know about this?” Zhang Zian was surprised.

Fina gazed in the distance in a trance. ”Of course I do. In the Holy Black Land, 2,000 years ago, this disease had already claimed many feline and human lives… No, it was even earlier than that. When the first pyramid was built on the Holy Black Land, this disease was already spreading silently. People believed that jackals had bitten the traveling merchants in the desert and they brought the disease into the kingdom… Many scholars and pharaohs' doctors racked their brains for a cure to this horrible disease. Countless times, they believed that they had found a cure, but all of them failed. Some people even tried to intentionally get themselves infected in order to prove themselves in front of the pharaohs. But all them of died, along with their stories.”

Zhang Zian didn't know what to say…

He knew that rabies had a very long history, almost as long as human civilization––i was recorded in ancient civilizations all over the world––but he didn't expect Fina to know about it.

He thought of another question right away.

”If you know, then why are you not afraid?” He showed it the cat carrier in his hand. ”Look at yourself, jumping at it in the shop. What if it suddenly runs out of the carrier and starts biting and scratching everyone?”

”For the glory of Mytha, I'll kill it on the spot, for sure! This will be my mercy,” Fina answered without hesitation.

”Aren't you afraid of getting scratched?” Zhang Zian asked again.

Fina put on its poker face. ”Are you looking down upon me? How can an ordinary cat possibly hurt me?”

”In case––I mean just in case.” He had to make an emphasis, as it was feeling too good about itself.

”Even so, I have to stop it,” Fina said resolutely. ”If I'm afraid of death and can't be an example in front of my warriors, how can I command millions of cats to fight for me?”

”…It's okay to be afraid of death once every in a while. To live is the most important thing. You can live without dignity sometimes, but you must first live,” Zhang Zian said while shaking his head.

He didn't agree, as he was just an ordinary human––a petite bourgeoisie. He could not understand Fina's sense of pride and glory.